Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.